This brings me back to October of last year in Paris where I ordered a creme brulee and it ended up being the size of my face. I still ate the whole thing and don't regret a single delicious bite.
This taps right into that toddler part of the brain where you want to pick up a whole pie and smash your face into it. Taking a big ol' spoon and jamming it into a jar of cake and frosting and having no regard for the mess you're inevitably going to make sounds so childishly satisfying. Where's my big spoon?
This looks like the ideal breakfast when I had one too many the night before and I refuse to get out of bed for another couple more hours. If my husband would humor me and bring me berries and cream I might even agree to empty the litter box!